Etienne de Silhouette-Black Feather

sometimes disaster is just what it takes to open up your sleepy eyes go outside when moring breaks speaking of chariots words swinging low shadows flowing from your brush lingering, never changing minister of fate declares that you're remiss upon the lips of hate he gives a callous kiss Étiennne your silhouettes, promises that turned into lies I can't see you Étiennne so many eyes looking at you, stumbling through blackened woods cold-hearted ecstasy mistaken for love bitter death has left behind a treasure in my mind I can't see you Étiennne so many eyes looking at you, stumbling through blackened woods can you hear me now in your oblivion? may I sit with you? maybe you'll teach me a thing or two minister of fate declares that you're remiss upon the lips of hate he gives a callous kiss psychic whisper speak within revealing far too much a battle that you can not win a face you can not touch Étiennne your silhouettes, promises that turned into lies I can't see you Étiennne so many eyes looking at you, stumbling through blackened woods